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The awesome & awkward of full time

Hands I hope to have one day.

I'm 23 years old, and I'm shaking my head baffled at how people spend all their lives working this 8am - 5pm business. I mean, I'm only 2 days in and its like I've been locked in prison -- I only have 6pm - 10pm of freedom before the fun gets sucked out of me again.

For a slight second during our morning meeting, I sat among these women and men, and it dawned on me, so this is how people get wrinkles. (*tear*) Pardon me for being overly dramatic . .

I feel like I'm shedding off my skin of this previous life I lived and grafting a new skin for my current phase. Its different, requires adjusting, but soon enough it will feel normal. And I will no longer grieve for the life I once had. (Talk about the circle of life -- I felt all of this on my mission, and I'm sure I'll feel it when I have a baby, etc).

Now in all fairness, my job is rewarding. I -- in a small part -- help people regain their independence to live again. I meet and interact with other employees who just like me, live paycheck to paycheck, and try to provide a life themselves. I have a job, and its not a graveyard shift. Everyday, I get to use my Spanish that is far too rusty. I get to help provide relief to Bronson by working full time so he can attend school. All the benefits to working far outweigh any complaint I can make. 

Now the awkward; Yesterday I found a paperclip hooked into my sweater, not once, but twice. Today I accidentally let me 30 minute lunch turn into an hour, because no way to high heaven was I going to make Bronson walk to school in the rain all the way from our apartment. You may think  I'm the sweetest wife ever, but I was also desperate for real break. 

All I could think about at the 4pm hour yesterday was that I was one hour closer to watching White Collar. (uh oh, our newest Netflix obsession). For the record, I used to NOT be one of those people that watched Netflix all the time. No sirr-ee. When Bronson and I were dating -- we had a combined 10 roommates that would have walked in and out of our shows, not to mention, we were in school, and neither of us have a subscription. But.... thanks to a very kind sister, we now are experiencing all the reasons of why everyone loves Netflix. 

Tonight I got to sew with my friend Emily (Hi Emily), she's a real person, not just me pretending I have friends. I think Bronson is as thrilled as I am for finding a sewing buddy, because that means la million less trips to Joann's for him. #winning

Speaking of sewing. I've made a goal to sew at least 1 new item of clothing per month. 
I need SOMETHING to keep me occupied while Bronson takes classes. And my serger comes Thursday (all donations made possible by very special individuals -- more on that later). 

January: Pajama Pants. 
Februrary: Skirt
March: the UGLIEST shirt 
April: a scalloped dress turned hospital night gown
Stay tuned for that. 

I should make a few other goals for this summer... you know, so I stay ambitious and all. 

3 comments

  1. Working full time is a whole new world! It does take some time to get use to...but I bet in time you'll come to like it. The nice part is you don't have to go home to homework!

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  2. Working full time is a whole new world! It does take some time to get use to...but I bet in time you'll come to like it. The nice part is you don't have to go home to homework!

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  3. You're such a fun writer...maybe you'll have a job someday writing, or your blog will be so popular that you'll have ads and get paid for sharing. Change is always hard!

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